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Go To Bed

Another one about making people sleep...

"Are you still awake?"

"I think you need to rest..."

"I'm getting worried about you, you know."

"You really do need to sleep."

"It's okay to be tired."

"You can rest your head on my lap... if that'll help?"

"Let me stroke your hair..."

"I just want you to feel better."

"You would feel better if you actually slept."

"The last time that you actually, really rested..?"

"Sh, sh, it's okay. You're overtired, that's all."

"Okay, I have you, just... relax. Let yourself relax."

"I worry about you, you know. How little you sleep."

"I hear you walking about at night, when you think everyone's asleep."

"I know that you're pretending."

"I'm really not that tired. Promise."

"I'm just a bit... uh. Just... just a bit... I'll be okay in a moment."

"You're swaying so badly you can barely stand!"

"You have to rest! I'm not taking no for an answer!"

"Don't worry about me this is - this is normal -"

"You keep yawning like that you might break your jaw."

"It's nice. Warm. Cosy. Come to bed."

"I just want you to actually rest, for once. Please."

"You have to actually relax."

"Take a breath. Lean back. Close your eyes."

"When's the last time you trusted someone enough to do this?"

"I want you to actually try. That's all."

"Would you let me try something?"

"This is not normal. Even for you."

"I'll get you a heated blanket, warm milk, blackout curtains, anything. Just go to sleep."

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[[ unplotted starter for @hodgepodgebitches's Adam

Technically speaking, Lucy wasn't supposed to make unsupervised phone calls. But after being cornered and confronted by four demons who proceeded to rant and rave about his older brother failing to live up to his potential until he'd finally sent them away? Well. His dads got sort of weird about that kind of thing, and he wasn't about to let the fun new information that he had a brother slip past him without even talking to him. Adam. It was kind of neat, that he was the younger one, but he'd gotten the Lucifer Junior name. He was definitely going to bring that up when Adam answered his phone.

"Hi! Are you Adam? I didn't know you existed, so I don't know if you know about me or not, but I'm Lucy! Some demons think I need to start the apocalypse in a few years because you didn't."

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As soon as Lucy woke up, the whole room seemed to grow tenser, quieter, darker. The air itself seemed to grow threatening. He pushed himself slowly onto his elbows, then his hands, then got all the way slowly to his feet. His rumpled hair gave the impression of horns. "Hello," he said innocently, the red of his irises almost glowing in the darkening room. "I don't know who you are, but that doesn't mean you have the advantage. I'm going to really enjoy this, actually." Fire sprouted from nowhere just to backlight him, as though that could make an eight-year-old with scraped knees and missing teeth look intimidating. It did.

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Okay but imagine this kid with missing front teeth and red in the middle of his irises. Just raining spooky magic down on you.

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Okay but if I were, perhaps, to add Lucy Parnassus-Baker (adorable young antichrist) to my lineup, would anyone be interested?

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Send in pet names that your muse would use for mine.

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Merry Christmas in April?!

I didn't mean to hold out on this special art and story I commissioned from @bumblingbabooshka back in December! Vorik and his wife, Starrah -- and their new baby T'Vin!! -- are my favorite lower deckers of U.S.S. Voyager ♡

I don't want to mess with formatting so you can read the very adorable accompanying story shared here:

Plus bonus sketches. Oh Vorik you look so serious<33

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"You realize now that if he goes to try to talk to me there, he's going to just about lose his mind?" And though she didn't blame Morse for lying, she did care about Jim's general well-being. Ultimately, though, it was out of her hands, and he was a grown man, capable of making his own decisions.

Joan sighed and closed her eyes to try to remember, and described as much as she could of the men she'd gotten a look at, including the voice of one of them. "They'd done this before, or at least something similar. They were coordinated. Like military, maybe. No hesitation over involving me, that's for sure, and they knew right when to attack. And they did blindfold me, though it was easy enough to shrug off with the help of the tree, so I only really saw the beginning. I'm sorry it's not more--would've been handy if I were a pickpocket and I could just hand you their identification."

She swallowed the last of the liquid in her glass with a grimace, then stood and (after a wince over her ankle) held out her hands to him. "Time for bed, I think."

﹙take me into your loving arms ; endeavour x joan ; for @galacticforces﹚

It was the eve of Joan Thursday's wedding.

He could not see her anywhere.

Half an hour ago, he'd received a tip-off from an anonymous caller about Joan's abduction. Now, he was searching through the woods close to Blenheim Vale, his eyes carefully scanning all around him as he walked in one direction and then another.

God, he hoped this wasn't a trap.

"Miss Thursday?" he called out, trying to ward off his anxiousness, the near silence of the woods worrying him.

Only birds could be heard, chirping away happily in the trees as the summer sun began to set.

She had to be here somewhere. Her abduction was related to the Blenheim Vale case. If she wasn't here, then where the hell was she?

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"Well," she responded, smiling teasingly. "I trust you'll do your duty and make every effort." She took a large swallow before she set the glass aside and scooted comfortably up to Morse's side. She planted her elbow on the back of the couch by his head so she could lean her cheek into her hand. "And when he does come for you, I'll be sure to stand in the way so he can't harm your poor face. Frankly, you've had plenty of head injuries already--enough to last a lifetime, I'd think." She stroked his cheek affectionately.

Jim didn't and wouldn't forgive her for anything, of course. If she did go back to him now, he'd resent her for tonight's events till the day he died. Still, she supposed it was reasonable that he was floundering, looking for any way to avoid suffering through this disastrous change to his plans, anything to soothe the shocking pain of his heartbreak. Joan felt terrible for how little of that pain she felt herself, but it was hard to dwell on it while she was looking at Morse.

"Taking me back to my flat, are you?" she continued, changing the subject slightly. That was easily the most amusing part of what she'd heard. "Because if you are taking me home tonight, I'm going to have to insist that you stay with me. I wouldn't want to be unprotected if those kidnappers returned."

﹙take me into your loving arms ; endeavour x joan ; for @galacticforces﹚

It was the eve of Joan Thursday's wedding.

He could not see her anywhere.

Half an hour ago, he'd received a tip-off from an anonymous caller about Joan's abduction. Now, he was searching through the woods close to Blenheim Vale, his eyes carefully scanning all around him as he walked in one direction and then another.

God, he hoped this wasn't a trap.

"Miss Thursday?" he called out, trying to ward off his anxiousness, the near silence of the woods worrying him.

Only birds could be heard, chirping away happily in the trees as the summer sun began to set.

She had to be here somewhere. Her abduction was related to the Blenheim Vale case. If she wasn't here, then where the hell was she?

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missing them hours

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They'd better be facing consequences together, because there were going to be a hell of a lot of them, and she'd thrown everything in with Morse. Her parents were moving away, her brother was ... Well, he was moving with them, but more importantly, he was a wreck. Her ex-fiance has just been left nearly at the altar, and would be rightfully furious at the both of them. It was good he was likely to be moving too, but Joan had burned some bridges. Even some of her closest friends were going to judge and hate her for doing this, and Morse... Well. His friends were likely to be worse. They'd paint him as the villain who swooped in and stole another man's fianceé, as though she were merely property to be owned or stolen at a man's leisure.

She smiled, just a little, and though she was still breathing unevenly from her fit of tears, it was easy enough to brush it off then with a wet laugh and a glance down and back up. "You said it earlier--there's no sense in worrying about could have beens." She paused, just to look at him and wonder at how incredibly lovely he was, then she hugged him tightly again. "I don't suppose you've got anything stronger than tea? It's been a terror of a day."

It was after the first sip of whiskey that the telephone rang. "You don't have to answer it. I'm sure you know... You don't have to, is all. You don't always have to be the perfectly honorable hero."

﹙take me into your loving arms ; endeavour x joan ; for @galacticforces﹚

It was the eve of Joan Thursday's wedding.

He could not see her anywhere.

Half an hour ago, he'd received a tip-off from an anonymous caller about Joan's abduction. Now, he was searching through the woods close to Blenheim Vale, his eyes carefully scanning all around him as he walked in one direction and then another.

God, he hoped this wasn't a trap.

"Miss Thursday?" he called out, trying to ward off his anxiousness, the near silence of the woods worrying him.

Only birds could be heard, chirping away happily in the trees as the summer sun began to set.

She had to be here somewhere. Her abduction was related to the Blenheim Vale case. If she wasn't here, then where the hell was she?

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She didn't know about that, but it was nice to know that he thought so. She put her foot back on the floor, but didn't get up or pull away. It was just nice, to have the warmth of him next to her. It felt safe. Things with Jim had been safe too, objectively. She'd been able to convince herself that he wouldn't hit her, and he had a steady career, and that it would be enough. But this? There was a reason she'd come to Morse at the very worst moment of her life. She wrapped her arms around him, leaning into him even more, and savored the feeling.

"I don't suppose you'd like to help me wash my hair?" she finally ventured, quiet and maybe just a bit playful. "It's just that I'll never get a comb through it dry, and you did seem to enjoy helping just now."

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Cleaned properly, with her hair lying wet and freshly-combed over her shoulders, dressed primarily in one of Morse's clean shirts, things felt okay. As okay as they possibly could be, anyway, given the conversations and consequences looming over their heads. They found something cold for her ankle and she leaned against him for a while longer, and then she had to face the telephone.

Her mother felt easier, if only because she'd been practicing being rude to her mother since she was little. When the questions and dismay and disappointment started flowing, Joan just hung up. Jim... Jim was harder. She truly did care for him. She couldn't say that she'd ever been properly in love with him, but she didn't want to be the one to hurt him this way.

"Jim... I was kidnapped. Something to do with Dad and the Blenhein Vale mess, I think. But I'm fine. I'm safe. I'm hurt, and shaken up, but I'm safe. But... No. No, I won't tell you where I am, because there's something I need to tell you. Listen to me, please. I-" Her voice broke, and that was the moment that tears welled up properly in her eyes. "I can't marry you tomorrow. No- No, Jim, listen! I can't marry you. I can't- I can't be... Even the villains you face at work know who's going to recklessly come to my rescue, and it isn't you." She paused, and she was sure Morse could hear how worked up Strange was getting on the other side of the line. "I don't want to see you. Not-" And here came the moment of truth. To tell him or not to. "I betrayed you. I wasn't honest with you. Not from the very first date. And I thought you would be enough for me, and I wanted you to be. I could say it was the adrenaline, or last minute cold feet, or- but it wasn't. It wasn't any of that. I chose to be unfaithful to you. It doesn't matter who. It's not his fault any more than it's yours. I- I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you, but I made my choice. And it's an awful one and you don't deserve this, but it's been made. And if I could do it over... I'd make the same choice again. You should still take the job. It'll be good for you. Go on the trip, move, find someone who-" She bit her lip and shook her head as he responded. "Goodbye, Jim."

And then, tears not stopping, she hung up the phone. She hung up, and she put her arms around Morse again, and despite her very best intentions, she sobbed.

﹙take me into your loving arms ; endeavour x joan ; for @galacticforces﹚

It was the eve of Joan Thursday's wedding.

He could not see her anywhere.

Half an hour ago, he'd received a tip-off from an anonymous caller about Joan's abduction. Now, he was searching through the woods close to Blenheim Vale, his eyes carefully scanning all around him as he walked in one direction and then another.

God, he hoped this wasn't a trap.

"Miss Thursday?" he called out, trying to ward off his anxiousness, the near silence of the woods worrying him.

Only birds could be heard, chirping away happily in the trees as the summer sun began to set.

She had to be here somewhere. Her abduction was related to the Blenheim Vale case. If she wasn't here, then where the hell was she?

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Joan cupped his cheek and tilted his face up enough to kiss him again, soft and gentle and grateful, then she laid her head down on his shoulder while he finished up.

"In the interest of fairness..." She swallowed, but he deserved to know. If he'd been pining after her all this time, he deserved to know that she'd been almost as bad. "I've been trying to nudge you into asking me for a date since you first turned up at our door. I only- I only agreed to go with Jim because I'd just about given up on you. I thought- I thought your best friend might be enough to stir up a little jealousy, if you had any feelings for me--that it might get you to finally say something. And then when you didn't..." She shrugged. "Well. I did give up hope. And at least with Jim I'd still get to see you."

It was embarrassing to lay it out like that. It sounded so terribly pathetic. "I haven't a clue what I'm meant to tell him now though. The truth, I suppose, though it makes me out to be a monster."

﹙take me into your loving arms ; endeavour x joan ; for @galacticforces﹚

It was the eve of Joan Thursday's wedding.

He could not see her anywhere.

Half an hour ago, he'd received a tip-off from an anonymous caller about Joan's abduction. Now, he was searching through the woods close to Blenheim Vale, his eyes carefully scanning all around him as he walked in one direction and then another.

God, he hoped this wasn't a trap.

"Miss Thursday?" he called out, trying to ward off his anxiousness, the near silence of the woods worrying him.

Only birds could be heard, chirping away happily in the trees as the summer sun began to set.

She had to be here somewhere. Her abduction was related to the Blenheim Vale case. If she wasn't here, then where the hell was she?

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It shouldn't be so surprising, that he's been holding himself at this distance so purposefully, but it was. It was a surprise, because how could he not have said anything before? How could he have ignored all of her hinting, and all of the opportunities, if he'd been so sure of his desire? How could he have such enormous self-control?

She couldn't deny, though, that his restraint had been part of his charm. "No one's ever said that you'd need to stop, have they?"

She let him take over, and, after a moment of staring at him, she let herself be lured in by the call of him again. Messy as it was now, his hair was beautiful, and she touched gently at first before combing her fingers through it.

"Were you in love with me all that time ago?" she asked softly. "When you asked me?" She didn't think she needed to specify what question she was referring to. "I wish you'd said. I thought- Well. You know what I thought. But I wish I'd known."

﹙take me into your loving arms ; endeavour x joan ; for @galacticforces﹚

It was the eve of Joan Thursday's wedding.

He could not see her anywhere.

Half an hour ago, he'd received a tip-off from an anonymous caller about Joan's abduction. Now, he was searching through the woods close to Blenheim Vale, his eyes carefully scanning all around him as he walked in one direction and then another.

God, he hoped this wasn't a trap.

"Miss Thursday?" he called out, trying to ward off his anxiousness, the near silence of the woods worrying him.

Only birds could be heard, chirping away happily in the trees as the summer sun began to set.

She had to be here somewhere. Her abduction was related to the Blenheim Vale case. If she wasn't here, then where the hell was she?